"like morphine

marmalade"

by angela j. perry

only a masochist

loves living

in new york city

i can't wait

to get home

back to my

east village digs

staring at the skyline

with smiles

and corny tears

knowing one of those

flickering lights

is mine

nothing seems

startling in a

constant rumble

sometimes

gettin' stuck

in the bad shit

is best

it's really like

morphine marmalade

it must be my

jedi chemistry

with the grime

it's comforting

jet plane to f train, please